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• Pluck out the heart of my mystery. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• The head is not more native to the heart. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Much Ado about Nothing -- Act iii, Sc. 5...
• If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 1...